Mrs. Gilbert thereupon led the way upstairs, and the search began. Finally, they came to her own bureau. The upper drawer was opened, and the sharp eyes of the Colonel detected a large envelope. It was the one that contained the bonds which had been presented to Harry for his service in ferreting out the burglars in the wood. Singular as it may seem, neither Harry nor his mother had thought of them, and the false inference that might be drawn from their discovery. It was natural, therefore, that each should look startled and discomposed. “Ha! what have we here?” demanded Colonel Ross, clutching the envelope. “Those are my property,” said Harry, who was the first to recover his self-possession. “I will take the liberty to examine. Ha! government bonds, as I live. Constable, what do you say now?” demanded the Colonel, triumphantly. The constable, who knew nothing of Harry’s gift, looked very uncomfortable indeed. Despite his belief in Harry’s honesty, he was staggered by this apparent evidence to the contrary. “What is this, Mrs. Gilbert?” he asked. “They are bonds belonging to Harry. He speaks the truth.” “A likely story,” exclaimed Colonel Ross. “Really, Mrs. Gilbert, your conduct is most extraordinary. I begin to think you had some knowledge of your son’s act.” “Colonel Ross, don’t you dare to insult my mother,” said Harry, so fiercely that the Colonel retreated a little, under the impression that our hero intended to make an insult upon him. “Be careful, boy,” he warned. “I’ve caught you red-handed in the commission of a crime that may send you to State’s prison. You’d better take heed what you say!” “Mr. Rogers,” said Mrs. Gilbert, “that envelope contains government bonds that belong to my son. Ask Colonel Ross how many he lost.” “Two bonds of a hundred dollars each,” answered the Colonel. “And here they are,” he continued, producing two bonds of that denomination from the envelope. “Look again. See if there are no more,” said Harry. The Colonel, evidently surprised, produced a fifty. “Do you mean to say that you lost that, also?” inquired Harry. “No,” replied the Colonel, evidently puzzled; “you must have got that from somewhere else.” “I got the whole somewhere else,” said Harry. “It is entirely useless, Harry Gilbert, to attempt to impose upon me by any such ridiculous story. As to the extra bond, I don’t know where it came from. Perhaps your mother had it before. It doesn’t alter the fact that I have found my stolen bonds in your possession.” “When did you lose your bonds?” asked Uncle Obed, who thought it time to “put in his oar,” as he afterward expressed it. “Last evening.” “You’re sure you had ’em up to that time, are you?” “Yes; I looked them over, and counted them early in the evening.” “Then, all I can say is that the bonds you’ve got in your hands have been in the house several days. Harry showed them to me when he first got ’em.”